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“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cries, struggling as Lan Wangji pins him to the wall.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji intones, beginning to strip his husband. Methodically, he works down the buttons of Wei Wuxian’s shirt -
“What are you doing to your poor innocent wife?” Wei Wuxian protests, twisting away. “This is sexual harassment! I’ll yell! I’ll -”
Lan Wangji yanks the shirt the rest of the way open, wrestling him out of it.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian exclaims. The cuffs catch at his wrists, and he briefly pauses to help Lan Wangji remove them - then goes back to struggling. “I’m a virgin! I’ve never been treated this way in my life! I’m devastated that you would do this to me -”
Lan Wangji shoves him against the wall again and yanks his pants down to his knees.
Wei Ying is loud, and obnoxious, and the things he says are embarrassing, but Lan Wangji would not know how to exist without him. He elbowed his way into Lan Wangji’s life one day, all bright smiles and mischievous laughter, and now there would be a Wei Ying-shaped hollow in his heart if he ever left.
Lan Wangji bites Wei Wuxian’s neck, hard. He’s not allowed to leave.
Wei Wuxian cries out, but the ridiculous nonsense he spews is performative and dramatic and his cock is hard when Lan Wangji palms it, so there is no reason to stop.
Lan Wangji would, if there were a reason. He trusts himself, now. If Wei Wuxian utters the word Lan Wangji bribed him into choosing, he knows from experience that he would stop, and hold himself in check, and care for his husband in whatever way he might need.
But Wei Wuxian doesn’t say it, and so Lan Wangji doesn’t stop.
Roughly, he frog-marches a protesting Wei Wuxian into their bedroom, his clothes forgotten on the floor in the previous room. Lan Wangji is still fully clothed - the feeling of power that gives him rushes to his head, making him dizzy with lust.
He forces Wei Wuxian onto the bed, face-down, pinning his arms behind his back.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cries, ineffectually attempting to escape. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Guess,” Lan Wangji tells him, then spreads his asscheeks with one thumb and spits.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian exclaims. “That’s so gross - aah!”
Lan Wangji’s finger finds its home deep inside him, seeking out his prostate. A second finger joins it, and he leans over Wei Wuxian’s back, biting down on his neck.
Wei Wuxian cries out with real pain, jerking away, so Lan Wangji bites down harder before letting go.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, his voice beginning to go teary. “You’re being so mean to me. I thought you loved me!”
Lan Wangji wordlessly shoves a third finger in, breath heavy against Wei Wuxian’s neck.
“You have dragon breath,” Wei Wuxian complains. “You -”
The rest of his complaint is lost in a vivid rush of memory.
Lan Wangji has Wei Wuxian pinned down, arms behind his back, in the same position they’re in now. But when he looks up, fluffy orange ears greet him, and there’s an overwhelming feeling of warmth squeezing his cock as his hips pound forward. His tail swishes behind him, and when he bites down on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, his fangs draw blood.
He blinks.
Wei Wuxian is staring up at him, a concerned expression on his face. “Lan Zhan?” he asks.
The warmth around his cock is gone. His cock itself is gone. His fangs and tail, and Wei Wuxian’s fluffy ears, are gone.
“It happened again,” Wei Wuxian says. His tone is serious. “What’s going on?”
Lan Wangji sits back, wiping his fingers off as he considers how to answer.
For some time, he’s been seeing flashes of a different life, triggered by random things Wei Wuxian says or does. In that life, they have animal features - for Lan Wangji, a scaly tail, fangs, antler-like horns, and a large, ribbed cock; for Wei Wuxian, fluffy ears and a tail, slitted pupils, and a penchant for begging Lan Wangji to lay eggs in him.
Technically, that last one isn’t an animal feature. But Wei Wuxian has never begged for that in this life. Only for Lan Wangji to knock him up with a regular human pregnancy.
Lan Wangji makes a decision. He trusts his husband not to make fun of him or tell him he’s crazy.
“I think we’ve known each other for a very long time,” he says.
Wei Wuxian just gazes at him, looking worried.
“I keep remembering things,” Lan Wangji clarifies. “From a different life. You had fox ears and a tail -”
“And you had a dragon cock,” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes wide. “A really big one. And horns.”
“We had a nest together,” Lan Wangji says, hope blooming in his chest. It’s real. He remembers, too.
“You liked to pet my tail,” Wei Wuxian says.
“And your ears,” Lan Wangji says.
“I always begged you for your eggs, and when you bit me, it really hurt -”
“I had fangs,” Lan Wangji says.
“So did I,” Wei Wuxian says, “but I didn’t bite you with them! And you had a tail. It was, like, a scaly noodle with some fluff on the end.”
They stare at each other for a moment.
“It’s real,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “It was real. Lan Zhan, I thought I was hallucinating!”
Lan Wangji yanks him close into a sudden embrace.
They talk long into the night, trading stories of their previous life.
Lan Wangji is intensely, desperately grateful that Wei Wuxian found him again in this life. Existence without Wei Ying is impossible to contemplate.
—
Lan Wangji fucks his fingers into Wei Wuxian’s hole, his movements rough and fast. Wei Wuxian babbles underneath him, his words cut off every so often with a cry of pain as Lan Wangji bites him. His legs are wrapped around Lan Wangji’s waist, and his fingers dig into Lan Wangji’s back, the sensation muted and distant through scar tissue.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cries out. “Yes, yes, give me your eggs -”
For a moment, Lan Wangji freezes.
Then his vision goes red, and time passes in a blur of teeth and sweat and come.
Hours later, Wei Wuxian lies, exhausted, on his chest. Lan Wangji traces one of the more vicious bites on his shoulder, pressing down just to watch him twitch.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian slurs. “You’re a beast. Imagine what you could do if you had a dick.”
Lan Wangji stiffens.
Vividly, he remembers an advertisement that popped up on Wei Wuxian’s computer a few days ago. Custom-made dildos! it had said. High-quality monster cocks, for your pleasure and your lover’s!
One of the pictures had been of a ridged white-and-blue dildo very similar to his old cock.
Wei Wuxian lifts his head. “Lan Zhan,” he says. “Your face is scaring me. I don’t have any more energy for tonight.”
“Not tonight,” Lan Wangji says reluctantly, pressing Wei Wuxian’s head back down. His husband relaxes on top of him, nuzzling into his neck.
“Good, because I think I’d die,” Wei Wuxian mumbles. “And I don’t think you would like that very much.”
Lan Wangji would not. He doesn’t remember how their old life ended, but he hopes they passed away peacefully at the same time.
“Go to sleep, Wei Ying,” he says.
Wei Wuxian drifts off in his arms, and Lan Wangji closes his eyes, mentally drawing out a diagram for the company to use.
He hopes they have an express option.
—
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cries, pulling ineffectually at the rope Lan Wangji is looping around his wrists. “Ow! It hurts!”
“You are the one who picked out this rope,” Lan Wangji reminds him, and pulls it tighter. It’s rough against his palms, and white-hot desire burns in his gut at the thought of how raw Wei Wuxian’s wrists will be after they’re finished.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be this rough! Lan Zhan, be gentle with me!”
The corner of Lan Wangji’s lips ticks up.
“No.”
He finishes tying Wei Wuxian’s wrists to the headboard of their bed, securing him with one final knot. He gazes down at his husband, satisfied.
No matter how much he struggles, he won’t be able to escape.
He glances down at Wei Wuxian’s hard cock -
And then the doorbell rings, distant and tinny.
The dildo.
Lan Wangji rises from the bed, graceful and elegant.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asks, fear entering his voice. “You’re not going to leave me here all alone, are you?”
Lan Wangji gives him a calculating look. Sometimes leaving the room while Wei Wuxian is bound is too much for him, but his mindstate is better than normal today. It should be safe.
He waits a moment, giving him a chance to protest - truly protest, with the word he chose - but when all he does is start mindlessly babbling about how cruelly he’s being treated, Lan Wangji turns and leaves the room, one hand folded behind his back.
Wei Wuxian yells, of course. Lan Wangji closes their bedroom door to muffle some of the sound.
“Pineapple!” Wei Wuxian shouts through the door. “Safeword! Purple! Lan Qiren’s used underwear! Grandmas in lingerie!”
Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow just a smidgeon.
None of those are Wei Wuxian’s word.
If you pick a safeword, Lan Wangji had promised, I will let you pick a fake safeword.
Wei Wuxian had gone from rebellious recklessness to cautious interest in a split second.
A safeword, he had said, that I can say, but you won’t listen to.
Lan Wangji had nodded.
As many fake safewords as I want, Wei Wuxian had bargained, and I can make up new ones on the spot, too.
Lan Wangji had agreed instantly.
“Banana! Pineapple again! Grapefruit!”
Lan Wangji closes his eyes for a moment, calms his body, and turns away.
When he reaches the front door, he takes a moment to smooth out his clothing. He is presentable, but there are a few minor wrinkles that he takes care to remove.
He opens the door, nodding to the delivery worker.
“Is… everything okay?” the worker asks, looking concerned.
In the background, Wei Wuxian has run out of fake safewords and has begun making up new ones. Cold showers! Politics! That one actor you hate! Safeword, safeword!
“Do not worry,” Lan Wangji says serenely, holding out his hand for the pen. “My husband is simply upset that I am ignoring him.”
“If you say so,” the worker agrees doubtfully, showing him where to sign.
Lan Wangji is not worried about legal retaliation. He is well-known as a pillar of the community, the greatly respected younger Lan sibling. Any policeman approached with a complaint against him will laugh and dismiss the ridiculous idea that he could be what, some kind of pervert?
This is one of the many reasons why he and Wei Wuxian do the work that they do. It is appalling to him that true victims are ignored in the same way by those who should deliver them justice.
However, he is not particularly concerned about strangers at the moment. He closes the front door and removes the dildo from the box.
It’s huge, all white and blue swirls and sharp-looking ridges. He runs a finger over one of the ridges, and it squishes just enough to soothe his worry that it will injure Wei Wuxian.
He undresses in the bathroom to the fading sounds of Wei Wuxian’s complaints. He needs to hurry, he knows, before Wei Wuxian’s performative outrage turns to real fear - but he can’t help but pause once the dildo is strapped to him, a powerful feeling of rightness washing over him.
It’s his cock, attached to him once more. Of course, he can’t truly feel it, but it’s there.
He stalks into the bedroom, throwing open the door and fixing a heated gaze on his husband.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes fall to his crotch.
“Lan Zhan,” he says slowly, panic seeping into his expression. His cock, hard against his stomach, twitches. “That’s not for me, is it?”
“Guess,” Lan Wangji says, moving to their dresser.
“What are you getting?” Wei Wuxian asks, his voice going shrill and fearful. “That’s the lube drawer, isn’t it? You’re using real lube? How hard are you planning to fuck me?”
“Very hard,” Lan Wangji says. He retrieves the little bottle of lubricant, pouring a reasonable amount into his hand before setting it down by the bed. He may need it again later.
He flips Wei Wuxian over onto his stomach with one hand, spreads him open, and shoves two slick fingers inside.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian shouts, squirming away.
Lan Wangji ignores him and continues to roughly prepare him. He will need to be patient. He does not want Wei Wuxian to bleed from the very beginning.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, it hurts, have mercy!” Wei Wuxian begs, arching away.
There’s no real pain in his voice, so Lan Wangji yanks him back and continues to piston his fingers in and out. “It will hurt more later,” he says placidly, and adds another finger.
“Aiyah, aiyah, your poor wife is in pain, won’t you listen to him?” Wei Wuxian pleads. “This isn’t how I thought my wedding night would go!”
“Your wedding night,” Lan Wangji repeats. Sometimes, it is difficult to keep track of Wei Wuxian’s rapidly shifting imagination, but he does his best. “Your husband will take care of you.”
“But I don’t want - ow, Lan Zhan!”
Lan Wangji works his fourth finger in, staring at the stretch of Wei Wuxian’s hole. He should be ready soon.
He’s wet. The lubricant glistens on his rim, leaking onto his balls. For a moment, Lan Wangji’s vision overlays with a memory.
A drenched tail, held out of the way as Lan Wangji prepares his husband. Clear liquid leaking from Wei Wuxian’s hole, a mark of how aroused he is.
“You’re wet,” he says.
Reality snaps back into place as Wei Wuxian tries to squirm away. “I can feel you staring!” he cries. “Stop it!”
“No,” Lan Wangji says, continuing to stare.
Wei Wuxian can’t produce his own slick in this body, but the lubricant approximates how it looked when he did, in their past life.
“What are you waiting for?” Wei Wuxian asks.
Lan Wangji yanks out his fingers and moves to press the tip of the dildo against Wei Wuxian’s hole.
With a powerful thrust, he sinks inside. Wei Wuxian lets out a yell. “Lan Zhan!” he gasps. “It’s so big, you’re so big, have mercy -”
“Stop complaining,” Lan Wangji tells him. “That is just the tip.”
To punctuate his words, he thrusts forward again, sinking further inside.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, sounding overwhelmed, “take mercy on your poor wife, he’s only a delicate virgin, I’ve never had your cock inside this body -”
Lan Wangji realizes that it’s true, for once.
Wei Wuxian has never had his cock inside this body.
With one more thrust, he sinks to the hilt, then begins to pound into his husband’s body.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian sobs, tubbing at the rope around his wrists. “Lan Zhan, ow, ow, it’s too much!”
Tears slide down his face, and Lan Wangji leans forward to lick them off. Wei Wuxian just cries more, face scrunched and red.
Lan Wangji’s vision shifts again, and he grabs for the tail he sees. His fist clenches around nothing, and he growls, frustrated.
“Your tail,” he says between short, sharp thrusts. “I can’t grab it.”
“I still -” Wei Wuxian gasps - “have hair,” he finishes.
Lan Wangji wraps a hand around his messy ponytail, tugging sharply.
“Ow!” Wei Wuxian yells. “Ow, ow, Lan Zhan, not that hard! Forget it - forget what I said!”
“No,” Lan Wangji says, satisfied, and pulls harder.
For a little while, he fucks Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian switches between babbling about how cruel he is and begging for more.
And then -
“Breed me,” Wei Wuxian gasps. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, give me your eggs.”
Lan Wangji freezes for a split second.
And then he grabs Wei Wuxian’s hips, using them as leverage to fuck him harder, as hard as he can manage.
Wei Wuxian sobs and yanks at the rope.
After a long, long time, Lan Wangji’s sea of desire slowly begins to subside. His thrusts ease, then stop. Carefully, he pulls his cock out of his husband’s hole, then gently flips him onto his back.
Wei Wuxian blinks up at him, eyes hazy. His cock is wet with the evidence of several orgasms, and his wrists are rubbed red by the rope.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmurs.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian mumbles back. “I think I’m pregnant.”
Lan Wangji’s lips curve up just a tiny bit. He undoes the rope, checking for serious injuries before he returns Wei Wuxian’s hands to him, then reaches for the cloth and water near the bed.
He’s gentle, but Wei Wuxian flinches when he passes the soft, wet cloth over his spent cock and the mess Lan Wangji made of his hole.
Lan Wangji doesn’t bother to take off his harness, just loosens the straps a little.
On the side of the bed not stained by Wei Wuxian’s come, Lan Wangji arranges them with Wei Wuxian draped over his chest. The dildo pokes up between his legs. Lan Wangji feels a warm sense of satisfaction at the sight.
“My mate bred me so well,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, nuzzling close.
Lan Wangji’s vision shifts, and he reaches for the fluffy, pointed ears he sees - only to scritch at Wei Wuxian’s head instead.
Wei Wuxian sighs. “Feels nice,” he says, leaning into it.
Lan Wangji continues to scritch at him, a feeling like a purr welling up in his chest under his husband’s comforting weight.
In every life, he is sure, Wei Wuxian will find him.
He could not imagine a universe without his mate at his side.